All my human relationships run in one direction. I give and they take. I comfort others but no one ever comforts me, even when I beg. I'd do anything for my comrades while they won't even give me they time of day if a little busy. I'm used as convenient and then discarded, only to be seized anew as the fancy strikes. I have no decision-making power over any aspect of my life. I doubt the thought that I might be a feeling being has once crossed anybody's mind; if so, they immediately dismissed it as absurd.